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His eyes heated.“That sassy mouth’s going to get you in trouble.”
“Is it?How so?”
I could see him holding back a smile.He wanted to play, I could feel it deep in my soul, and I wanted to give him what he wanted.
After all, I was their naughty student.It was my responsibility to play the part accordingly.
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Naughty student.
That was the scene Edge was setting up.
No, there wasn’t a classroom or books, but they weren’t necessary.Just the woman who had made this all a reality.
“Keep sassin’,” I warned, “and you’ll earn yourself a spankin’.”
She moaned, something she did whenever we played like this.
No, this wasn’t the full-time D/s roles that some people engaged in, but it worked for the three of us.We needed this in our busy lives, a chance to escape reality, to enjoy ourselves in the most basic way possible.
“That a threat or a promise, Professor Cavanaugh?”she goaded.
“Definitely a promise, Miss Lautner,” I responded, moving quickly enough to catch her off guard as I flipped her onto her stomach.
Jamie squealed at the same time Edge took one hand, I took the other.We easily restrained her to the soft leather restraints that were permanent fixtures on this bed these days.
“What are you doing?”she moaned and thrashed, playing her part perfectly.
“It’s what you want, is it not, Miss Lautner?”Edge growled.“That sassy mouth of yours always seems to get you in trouble.”
“I’ll be good,” she cried out.“I promise.I’ll be good, Professor Edge.”
“I’ve heard that before.”His eyes glittered as he glanced over at me and smiled.
“You’re so mean,” she hissed.“You’re not the boss of me.”
I bit back the laugh.Over the months, Jamie had gotten deeper and deeper into the role every time we played, and the truth was, it was a highlight of my week.I enjoyed every moment I got to spend with her, but these especially.
“I’ll give you a choice of punishment,” Edge said as I moved to the end of the bed and held Jamie’s ankles, keeping her still.
“Whatever,” she snapped.
“Five swats with the paddle,” he stated, “or ten with my hand.Your choice.”
“Do your worst, Professor Edge.You don’t scare me.”
I could see Edge fighting the urge to laugh, too.This woman was something else.Hell, she was sheer perfection.
“Next thing you’ll say is that this hurts you more than it hurts me.Is that right?”She flailed, unable to move much due to the restraints and my hands holding her legs down.
“Oh, no, baby,” he crooned.“This won’t hurt me a bit.”He palmed her ass, squeezed.
Jamie moaned, her body relaxing.
“Which’ll it be?”I asked.“Paddle or hand?”
“Hand,” she bit out.
